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We are all familiar with Mr nobody. We're introduced to him as children. A drink spills on a carpet, or a vase smashes to the floor.
Our parents ask us 'who did it?' And we say we dont know, we weren't there, it wasnt us.
"I guess it was Mr. Nobody!"
Most kids dont think to much on or about Mr. Nobody. They're to focused on impended spanking or the confiscated PlayStation.
But the smart ones dont sulk. They get even.
Those same children who stay up late christmas eve to catch Santa, or go hunting for the Easter Bunny, are the same ones to take being grounded as an opportunity to demonstrate the many crimes of Mr. Nobody.
My son was such child. He spent weeks searching for Mr. Nobody: Hiding for hours, setting traps, leaving cameras in every room.
He was always so excited about it, always telling me how close he was to finding proof.
And one day he just stopped. Stopped asking questions, wouldnt argue back, and spent all his time playing outside.
At first i thought he was just growing up, putting fanciful things behind him.
Now im not so sure..
Last night a plate fell in the kitchen. Junior swept up the peices and begged me to punish him.
I was in the backyard at the time, so i didnt see who did it.
But i know it wasn't my son.. he was in the backyard with me..
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